So Basically I Love Kip Moore and You're All Invited to the Wedding

Alright, so since this is a country music blog I am going to exploit that fact and use it to shamelessly gush about meeting Kip Moore (the dreamiest man in the history of dreamy men.  It's science).  So, children, let me tell you a tale...

Our story begins on the Oregon Coast (Cannon Beach, to be exact) in November, 2012.  I was down there for a few days with my at-the-time boyfriend and the whole town was deserted.  Because it was November.  On the Oregon Coast.  And to anyone who doesn't have a whole lot of Oregon Coast knowledge, that basically means wind, rain, windy rain, rainy wind, and basically an extremely dismal weather situation.  Regardless of the weather (which was miserable as predicted), the weekend was fun and on our last day we were blessed with some sunshine.  We had seen a cute little restaurant called Driftwood that we wanted to try, so we wandered over there for a late dinner on our last night.  Typically, the restaurant wasn't busy.  We were seated in a booth and only a few of the other tables were occupied.  As my boyfriend debated whether or not he wanted to try oysters, I glanced up at the door as a group of four guys walked in.  The hostess seated them at the booth behind ours, and even in the dim, candlelit setting of the tiny restaurant I just KNEW one of the guys was Kip Moore.  Who I was seeing in concert in Everett, Washington the next night. 

At this point in his career, Kip Moore wasn't super well known.  I mean, he was well known to me because he's obviously my soul mate, but to other people he was probably somewhat less recognizable.  Anyways so moments after he walks by I start loudly whispering to my boyfriend that Kip Moore was at the next table, and he was adamant that I was a) insane, b) drunk or c) both.  He reasoned with me that there was no reason for Kip Moore (who was currently on tour) to be in a little beach town on the Oregon Coast in the middle of November.  It just didn't make any sense.  And I supposed he was right.  I hadn't really gotten that good of a look, and the argument he made had a lot of sense to it.  So I shrugged off my maybe-but-probably-not semi-celebrity sighting and went about enjoying my last dinner in Cannon Beach. 

A little bit later I got up to go to the washroom, and as I was walking towards the restrooms you can probably guess who was walking out and back towards his table.  Maybe-Kip.  I looked up at him and he was looking back at me and we had the most intense eye contact that two strangers have probably ever had, and NEITHER OF US LOOKED AWAY.  It was borderline awkward but also the best moment of my life, and anyways then we walked past each other so unfortunately you have to break eye contact at that point (tragic).  After that moment, I was (95%) sure I was sitting one booth away from Kip Moore.  But what was I going to do?  Casually walk over to his table and say "Oh hello, you don't know me but I know you, or at least I think I do because I'm pretty sure you're a country music star and I'm here with my boyfriend but I think we just had a moment outside the washroom."?  Not a chance.  So, alas, it was not to be.  We went our separate ways.  I thought that was the last I would ever see of Kip Moore, until...

My sister won meet and greet passes to his Vancouver show two weeks ago.  What are the chances?  Slim.  So slim that this just furthers my belief that the Gods of Fate are pushing for me and Kip to be together.  It was the day of the concert (which we did not have tickets to) and there was a contest on Twitter where you could tweet #PacificColiseum and possibly be randomly chosen for a meet and greet.  And my beautiful, wonderful, stupidly lucky sister happened to be picked.  Before I knew what was happening we were scrambling to get ready and make our way into Vancouver for the show.  If you know anything about meet and greets, you're probably aware that they sound a heck of a lot more glamorous than they really are.  It is a 30 second experience, made up usually of a quick hi-how-are-you, possibly getting something signed, and then posing for one photo.  I wasn't expecting much, and to be honest I was just hoping to make it through the whole experience without crying or throwing up.  There were about 30 of us total, some of who had won passes and others who had paid for them.  I've never been so nervous (and really, I don't get nervous easy).

The line went quickly, and before I knew it I was two feet away from Kip Moore and my sister was hopping around on one foot trying to get her boot off for him to sign.  As he looked to see who was next, he looked past Kelsey and caught my gaze.  Butterflies.  He signed Kelsey's cowboy boot, they posed for a photo, and then I was up.  Oh.  My.  God.  I walked up and he smiled (siiiighhhh) and said hi and I said hi and he asked my name and if I was excited for the show, I said that I was and we smiled for the camera and I was thanking my lucky stars that I hadn't thrown up on him (yet).  As he reached over to sign my meet and greet pass (I had been far too anxious to remember to bring anything real for him to sign) he looked up at me and said, "You look really pretty tonight."  Pardon me?  Did Kip Moore just say I was pretty?  Is this real life?  Shockingly I managed to say "Aw, thank you!"  He was giving me a quizzical look, and then he goes, "Are you from here?" and I said "Yes, well I'm from Langley."  He kept giving me that look and for SOME REASON that I still can't figure out, I go, "But I actually ran into you before in Oregon." (WHY WOULD I SAY THIS.  WHY AM I SO INSANE.  HE'S GOING TO THINK I'M A PSYCHO.  WHICH I PROBABLY AM.) He smiled and says "You're the girl from the restaurant!" (HE REMEMBERS ME.  WHAT.  HOW.  WHY.  I CAN'T.)  I say, "You remember?!" to which he replies "Yes!  I totally remember." and then I said, "I can't believe you remember... I seriously tell people 'sooo me and Kip Moore totally had a moment in Cannon Beach...'" (Aaaaand I'm a psycho again).  Shockingly, he thought that was hilarious and not totally creepy and he laughed again and asked me where I was sitting for the show.  When I told him I wasn't sure but probably somewhere way up in the middle of nowhere, he told me to tweet him who I was and where I was sitting and that if he had a chance before the concert started he'd try and get us better seats.  I said thanks and he said it was great to see me and I died a little bit and somehow managed to smile and walk out and up the stairs where I was reunited with Kelsey and could have my fan-girl freak out that I'd been wanting to have ever since KIP MOORE TOLD ME I WAS PRETTY.

Anyways, the show was amazing, Kip Moore is as talented as he is beautiful and if you've never heard Hey Pretty Girl, go listen.  You won't be sorry.